I think most of you know that I am a super hero nerd. It’s hard to hide it. But I was a super hero nerd before it was cool. Before Marvel ever made a movie, and even before Tim Burton got his hands on Batman. You see I’m not just a super hero nerd; I’m a comic books nerd.
Current friends are excused from realizing just how much of a comic nerd I am. My DC friends know. When Tenor Mom and I first moved in together she suggested saving money by, reasonably, getting a one-bedroom apartment together. We got a two-bedroom apartment. I mean, one bedroom? Where would my comic books sleep? Yeah, I needed an entire room for my collection.
When I started grad school and moved to a house in Baltimore, the comics moved into the finished basement where they could continue to go forth and multiply. My grad school friends knew about my obsession, even hidden away in the basement. But when we moved to Vermont, the comics went to live in my sister’s basement. I stopped buying new comics. The extra bedroom went to the children, along with any and all disposable income. It’s okay kids, the comics aren’t that mad that you stole their room.
But now they are back. We have a new house, with more rooms. Today, when I should have been writing and posting something for you all to read, I sorted, organized, filed, and reconnected. Vermont friends, you will soon realize just how far gone I am when it comes to comics. They will all be out on display in their cabinets again. And maybe I will get a new one once in a while to keep the old ones company. Maybe. I may have more space again, but apparently comics don’t cost a dollar anymore. I think I can only afford one a month.
I suppose I could get them online now, since I am in the future, but then I would not be able to lovingly hold and file them. It is hard to display digital things. So I will let you know, digitally, that my physical realm has been reconquered by way too many of something that I have dearly loved and sorely missed. Welcome back comics. Welcome back.